Alexander 's POV
My breath fogged in the crisp air as I strolled into the entrance of the hospital, shoving one hand into the pocket of my coat while the other held my phone to my ear.
Sophia’s voice droned on, sharp and relentless.
“You know, Owen is like this because he’s sick—” I rolled my eyes and pinched the bridge of my nose.
Same argument, different day. Her words were a dull buzz in the background, just another layer to the weight already pressing down on me.
I was about to interrupt when something hit me—a sudden, solid impact against my leg.
Startled, I looked down and saw a little girl sprawled on the pavement. She’d bumped into me head-on, landing square on her backside, her dress puffing up around her.
She looked up, her face scrunched in irritation, her big hazel eye
